Number 2

 

You had a name once,

the one that was given to you.

The same one you signed in love and out

It's the one I wish I'd never known

I'll forever call you number two.

That's all you can ever be.

Daddy's little girl?

That girl isn't so little.

She now knows.

She knows of all your hollow promises,

about your soul that's withered with the fallen leafs.

You've fall from grace,

and you can't take me with you,

no, not again.

The bruises are gone,

but the scars are not.

You can't see them,

but you never could.

Like it never happened.

They call it 'don't ask don't tell'

but questions were asked and I lied to protect you

I was a child,

not your militia.

Standing in arms, bruised and sore

Alcohol rinsed you pain,

like rain after the storm.

Where's my rain?

It never came.

The teachers are asking,

I did it on the monkey bars,

truth is,

you did it 'cause you were at the bars.

You came home breath like a dragon

cheeks bright like Autumn leaves,

anger like tea in a kettle.

Your name is linked with to the pain,

linked to the fear.

You seeked us out,

we hid on the map,

no dial tone,

no zip code.

Now that you've found me,

you want to get us back.

The remotes broken,

the rewind doesn't work.

Number two you'll never get the chance,

to see what I am.

I am older,

I am stronger.

I was told as a child that I couldn't overcome you.

But i've healed,

no longer blue

nor black.

I've broken the mold you created.

You can't manufacture me.

I'm the producer,

I've cut out your takes.

It's act two and I've really just begun.

I've always been her number one.

Why did I clam to be yours?

I was just short of your prize.

Good enough to lie too.

You promised us you'd change,

you should have been honest,

I promise you'll miss me,

I promise you'll write,

I promise you'll forgive,

and I promise you'll take me back.

two times in rehab,

two times returning.

Too many years that I monitored over you,

your lifelite when you got into trouble.

But I feel from the sky,

after one too many hits.

I'm not sorry for what I've done,

but I guess that's mutural.

Too many bruises to explain,

Are you starting to remember?

Too hard to explain.

Are you starting to care?

Two too many beers, left us in too much pain.

Nothings changed.

Two too many years I dealt with you.

But it was never you,

never my father,

It was a monster,

The one that still haunts me.

But I'm no longer afraid.

I dare you to try.

Come forward so this monster can finally die.

This is my knife,

I'm putting you up for public proccession.

Maybe you'll see,

I'm no ones number two.